Milton, chapter one

This is the first part of a short story I've worked on a few years back. I mentioned it in my first entry; it's the spoof about some celebrity girl. No points for guessing who. There seems to be no rule on Blogger or Blogspot that forbids this kind of text, but if I'm wrong please inform me so I could take it off the net.

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WARNING!
The following text contains some references to sexual conduct and includes some language that may be offensive to some people. Not suitable for minors.
WARNING!
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“Wake up, sis!”

Rome Milton was rudely being torn from her sweet dreams by her younger sister Micky. The sun shone brightly through the open curtains of the luxurious hotel bedroom. Micky’s big green eyes looked worried and desperate, as Rome tried to remember where she was and how she’d gotten there. A light smile curved around her lips as the night before came back to her. Ah, yes. The threesome. Micky, herself and the dark-haired stranger had had quite a little party in the five-star Amsterdam hotel. The things they had done with each other…

“Rome, he’s taken our stuff!”

Not quite awake yet, and also still enjoying the thoughts of hot, naked bodies doing everything naughty, Rome became annoyed.

“What are you talking about? What stuff?”

“Our toys, Rome! He took our toys and just vanished!”

Suddenly, she was very awake. The toys. That son-of-a-bitch.

Rome sat up on the bed, and looked around the room. She and Micky were both completely naked, sitting on the soft double bed with the white silk sheets just covering their shapely legs. A white, antique alarm clock and some of the sisters’ fine jewellery lay on the little oaken cupboards; the hotel telephone thrown off sometime during the night. The large dinner table across the room, with half-empty plates and glasses; remnants of the lifestyle of the rich and famous. Some chairs, sitting and lying all across the room; and finally, the huge mirror covering the opposite wall. The reflection of her sister’s sweet breasts in the mirror gave Rome another flash-back, but she resolutely put it aside. There were more pressing matters to attend to.
Their purses were still there; on the floor in the corner. Strange that he hadn’t taken them with him. There was an unfamiliar CD lying next to it.

None of their outfits were still in the room. No pyjamas, but that was to be expected, because they seldom wore any; but no dresses either. Not that she was looking forward to be wearing her evening gown for a second day, but now there was nothing for them to wear at all. Even Micky’s new set of lingerie was gone. But most importantly, their suitcase with their extensive collection of sex toys was missing.

That filthy slut of a man is going to pay for that, she thought. Did he have any idea how long it took for them to build such an exquisite collection of dildos, vibrators, massage creams and adult movies?

Quickly she reached for the telephone on the floor. She picked it up and dialled the number for the hotel reception.

“Hello, could you please send someone up to the Big Suite? We kind of have some trouble here…”

“Of course, Miss. I will send Roger right away.”

“Thank you.”

As she put the horn down, she looked down into Micky’s eyes. She looked distraught and was obviously waiting for whatever action her big sister decided to take.

“Don’t worry, Mick, it’ll be okay.”

“I’m not so sure, sis. I mean, we haven’t got any clothes! How are we going to get out of here and back home? In the nude?”

A shiver went down Rome’s body, ending between her legs.

“Why not?”, she asked, smiling devilishly.

“You dirty slut! Do you really want the whole world to see you naked?!”

“And you, too. How about that?”

For a moment, Micky was silent. Then they both began to giggle, until they were laughing so hard they didn’t hear the gentle knock at the door.


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So, did you like it? Too much? Because this is just the first chapter. I only posted this part because I didn't know how far I could go on this site. Please lemme know.